He looked towards the burning area and beneath the facade of the novelty costume, a black mark was glowing with a faint red light.
"Seems like this is from those beggars, the Black Dumplings, right?"
Liu Zheng recalled.
"Hmm, they also seem to squeak. Are you their relative?"
He held the mark up to the Black Dumpling that was being suppressed.
"Squeak squeak!"
The Black Dumpling struggled to assert with its eyeball-like objects.
"You want me to rescue you?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Squeak squeak!!!"
The Black Dumpling cried even louder.
"Alright then."
Since he had helped before, he did not mind doing it once more; it had become a silent obligation.
"Mr. Batiao, you heard it. It asked me for help."
Liu Zheng shouted towards Ba Tiao.
"If you're going to help, just do it. Why waste words."
Ba Tiao said impatiently.
His arm waved faster and faster until only blurred afterimages were visible.
"Mr. Batiao, you sure you won't get tangled up doing that?"
